Chapter 100:

Three-year-old porridge porridge wears a suit for the first time, and the five senses can clearly see the appearance of Lu Beichuan, wearing a bow tie, wearing small leather shoes, being his father Holding, one big and one small walk into the crowded reception.
Although he was only three years old, he was not shy. He did not hide from his dad and dared to show up. He was very calm and generous and even curiously looked around. He screamed for business friends who came to talk with Lu Beichuan. Uncle and aunt.
Lu Beichuan took porridge porridge in one hand, holding a glass of wine in one hand, and occasionally loosened the hand of porridge porridge. The porridge porridge is also very awkward standing next to his father, not moving around.
"Lu, this is your son? It's so cute, it looks like you."
"Auntie, do you mean that my father is very cute?" Congee porridge looked up at the woman with the red wine, the tone was innocent.
Lu Beichuan glanced at him, no blame, and he took a drink.
Although it is a child's words, but the porridge porridge directly makes the woman smile and laugh, "Children, aunt means that you are very cute, look like a dad, grow up will be as handsome as your father. ""
"Thank you, aunt, but I look like a mother."
‘Auntie’s face looked awkward, and without the thought of continuing to talk, he said that after two sentences, he walked away with red wine.
The porridge porridge licks the little finger of Lu Beichuan, and my father will be angry. He looks up at him and says, "Dad, I want to drink water."
Lu Beichuan looked at him. "Is it so thirsty to say so many words in one afternoon?"
The porridge porridge is still a little scared, but it quickly rises to a small chest, and it is justified: "No one can talk to Dad except mother and grandma!"
Lu Beichuan did not say much, just let the waiter give him a cup of warm water.
After drinking the water, the porridge porridge smashed and hammered the hammer leg, and stood up firmly, standing next to Lu Beichuan.
"tired?"
"Not tired!"
It’s been more than two hours since he’s been around him. The little kid doesn’t move his legs and feels uncomfortable. He leads him to the side of the sofa and lets him sit down, and calls a waiter to watch it. he.
"You are sitting here for a break. Dad is chatting with his uncle over there. If you don't hurt your legs, come over and look for Dad. Don't run around, remember?"
After that, Lu Beichuan gave him a cup of milk.
Porridge porridge nodded with hot milk.
Don't bother Dad in this case. Congee porridge thinks.
Sitting for a while, the porridge porridge yawned, he had the habit of taking a nap, and now he is very sleepy, a yawn, tears are coming out.
"Whose is this little guy, sitting alone?" The voice of the banter was far and near, Lu Shaoyan was sitting opposite the porridge with champagne, and looked at the waiter standing on the side of the porridge and gave him a ' Go away' eyes.
The waiter who got Lu Beichuan couldn’t leave this, but he didn’t move.
Lu Shaoyan sipped the champagne in his hand and said to the waiter: "Go and bring me a glass of champagne."
The waiter hesitated: "But, Mr. Lu said..."

How?
Lu Shaoyan sneered.
You don’t know me?
He looked at the porridge,
porridge porridge, remember the uncle?

"Remember!" The porridge porridge licked a small white tooth. "But my grandfather said that you are a grandfather and not an uncle!"
"Porridge porridge has seen me such a young grandfather? Hey, call uncle."
Lu Shaoyan waved the waiter to pick up the champagne, then looked at Lu Beichuan in the crowd and smiled: "Why are you sitting alone? Your father doesn't want you?"
The children are very sensitive to the words 'Don't you'. The porridge porridge has grown from small to large and no one has said this to him. Immediately, he swears and swears: "No! Dad let me take a break here." ""
"You see, your dad is talking to a beautiful aunt, and you can still care about you, you are too tired, so you will be thrown here regardless of you."
"You are nonsense! Dad won't care about me! He just chats with those people! And... and I am tired, so I sit here and rest, you are nonsense, I don't want to talk to you!" To jump off the sofa and leave.
"Well, my uncle said the wrong thing to apologize to you," Lu Shaoyan stopped him and took him back to the sofa. "Uncle just didn't expect your father to like you so much."
"Of course!" Congee porridge looked at him with grievances, but couldn't help but smugly raise his face and firmly said: "Dad loves me the most, so I won't leave me!"
Lu Shaoyan is absent-minded. "Is it? How can you not see his uncle? He likes you the most?"
The porridge porridge is a little angry, and I don't want to talk to my uncle.
Lu Shaoyan touched his little head. "Don't be angry. Uncle also wants to know if the porridge porridge is true. So, how about playing a game with your father? Playing the game uncle knows how much your father likes you." Of course, you also know if you are your father's favorite person."
The porridge porridge hesitated to ask: "What game."
"Hide and hide the game, you and your uncle hide in a place that your father doesn't know, let him come and see how long he can find you. The sooner you look, the more you like you, how?"
The waiter brought a glass of champagne to Lu Shaoyan. Lu Shaoyan waved his hand and let him go. Then he looked at the porridge and smiled and said: "Would you like to taste something that adults drink?"
Porridge porridge removed the curious eyes from the champagne, shook his head, and refused positively. "No, Dad said that this is for adults. The porridge is still small, only three years old, can not drink, to wait until 18 years old to drink. !"
"We don't drink," Lu Shaoyan took out the straw in his milk and soaked it in the champagne for a while and handed it to the porridge. "Let's just taste it."
The curiosity of the child is not small. The porridge porridge wants to taste what the wine in the glass is. Try to open your mouth and carefully lick it on the tip of the straw. Although it only touches a little bit, it is bitter. The taste is still blasting at his tongue.
A small face of porridge porridge instantly wrinkled into a buns face. "Good bitter! I don't want to drink, it's not good at all!"
Lu Shaoyan smiled twice and looked at the champagne and drank it. He was so intoxicated. "So good things are not good, the little guy really doesn't know the goods."
The porridge porridge drank two drinks with milk, which only pressed the bite of the tongue.
Although there was no bitterness in his mouth, he could watch Lu Shaoyan drink the champagne, and he felt chilling with the same feeling. "Uncle, this is bitter, not good, don't drink."
"What does your uncle drink this drink?"
Porridge porridge points to the milk in front of you, "Drink this! Porridge porridge drink this, drink every day, very good, uncle you try."
The porridge porridge also took the habit, and learned to paint white milk in his milk cup and reached Lu Shaoyan.
Lu Shaoyan looked at him with enthusiasm and didn't open his mouth.
"You try my uncle, it's very good!"
Innocent words made Lu Shaoyan smile, biting the straw to taste like a model, "Well, it is really good, porridge porridge did not lie to uncle."
"Yes! I have said that it is very good to drink, more than yours! This is for you to drink, drink more, it will not suffer!" Congee porridge pushed the milk in front of him to Lu Shaoyan.
Looking at the milk in front of Lu Shaoyan, he did not speak for a long time. After a moment, he couldn’t help but laugh. He looked up and drank the milk. "Sure enough, don't suffer, drink!"
Porridge porridge smiled happily, "Of course!"
A glass of champagne and a cup of milk have brought the relationship with porridge porridge. Lu Shaoyan smiled and said: "Well, since champagne is not good, then we will not drink, go, play games with my uncle?"
The porridge porridge bowed his head and thought about it. It was obviously very distressing. After thinking for a while, he refused. "Dad said, let me sit here and wait for him..."
Lu Shaoyan sighed. "It seems that your father really doesn't like you, look at you..."
The porridge porridge looked at Lu Shaoyan’s gaze and saw that Lu Beichuan was talking to a woman standing in front of him.
"I also said that I am my father's favorite son. Look at your look. Your father is now chatting with you and a beautiful aunt."
Lu Shaoyan looked at the porridge porridge and observed the tangled expression on his face. He continued: "Don't you want to know how much your father likes you?"
The porridge porridge looked at him with his eyes open and did not speak.
"I really don't want to know?" Lu Shaoyan continued to lure him.
"But...but..."
"Don't, let's just see how long your father can find you," said Lu Shaoyan, who got up and took him down the sofa and took him to one of the passages.
The porridge porridge is half-pushing, and the heart is willing and unwilling. Although he promised Dad to wait for him, but his uncle said it is also true. Dad, he seems to really not like himself.
I don’t know how to laugh at myself, I don’t care about myself, I never take my school home...
Thinking about it, the porridge porridge lowered his head and took Lu Shaoyan’s hand and left Lu Shaoyan to leave the banquet hall.
At this moment, Lu Beichuan is being entangled in Shen Weiyin, the acquaintance of the banquet.
"Beichuan, I apologize to my grandfather. I heard about Lu's things a few days ago. Don't blame my grandfather. He is old. It is not so awake when he was young. This thing was also deceived. The people used it, and he regretted the two days, worrying that what he did that day caused trouble for Lu."
Lu Beichuan looked at the facelessly dressed Shen Weiyin, and squinted his eyes: "This is over, you don't have to mention it."
"That way, I will ask you to have a meal in two days. The right is to plead guilty."
"No need."
Shen Weiyin’s face smiled slightly and stiffened.
How can I say that it’s not necessary? Is this my grandfather too impulsive, I...

"Miss Shen, if you come for this purpose, then I have already said that this matter has passed, no need."
The words 'Miss Shen' are both strange and strange, Shen Wei Yin smiles completely on the face, a chill from the back sweeping the whole body, freezing her almost unstable hand goblet.
"Beichuan, I... I think we are between..."
"Miss Shen," Lu Beichuan's words are still cold and without emotion. "I don't think there is a ‘we’ between me and you. If nothing happens, Miss Shen please take it easy.

Shen Weiyin's face was a bit white, and she bitten her teeth, and squeezed a smile to maintain her proper manner. "Okay."
Lu Beichuan's gaze moved away from her, her eyes turned to the sofa in which the porridge was sitting, but it was empty, leaving only a bottle of unfinished warm milk on the table.
Lu Beichuan's eyebrows are condensed, but his face is not too scared, and he does not change his color toward the sofa.
Today, this cocktail party was opened by a friend who has been working with him for many years. The invitations are also those who have heads and faces in the business politics. The security measures are strict, and it is impossible to have any unexpected circumstances.
He recruited the waiter who arranged him at the side of the porridge porridge. When the waiter disappeared, he was also white-faced. He said: "Mr. Lu, no... it’s not my business. Just a gentleman came over. Said to be Uncle Lu’s uncle, so I left.

"uncle?"
"Yes! Uncle, he seems to be surnamed Lu."
Lu Beichuan's eyes are slightly stunned, Lu Shaoyan.
After thinking for a moment, Lu Beichuan whispered to the waiter. "You go to Mr. Chen and tell him about the situation, let him check the monitoring of the reception."
Mr. Chen is the host of this reception.
The waiter nodded in a hurry and rushed to find Mr. Chen.
As for Lu Beichuan, it turned his eyes to the side door passage on one side, lifted the foot and pushed the side door, took out the mobile phone, and dialed Lu Shaoyan’s phone.
The accident is that the phone is connected.
"Where?" Lu Beichuan said concisely, don't talk nonsense with him, "What do you want?"